Turning to walk back home he thinks of a safe place for the medallion. "I might bend over and it could fall out of my pocket, well why not, as he placed it over his head and around the neck."
Trying to be at peace with a world turned against him he thinks about the brother that insisted he retire. "Ienjoyed serving the customers, although some of them were a little trying, he thought."
Clunk, as a shoe hit and kicked something in the road. "Oh ya, that yellow triangle." He picked it up, the plastic triangle was thick and had a six didget number on one side and a big letter on the other.
"Must be my day for junk pickup."
The plastic triangle had a small steel ring attached to one corner. So as he walked it seemed natural in an absense minded way to put the ring on his first finger and walk along playing with it.
"Wow the sun is hot, even on a cloudy day, he said aloud." As the sun's warmth bothered him he started to get a headache. The heat and his pain suggested a rest under a broad Elm tree along the road. "I'll sit hear and stay out of the sun, thinking to himself."
The pain in his head was starting to be blinding and as he sat he closed his eyes.